“‘It would be ridiculous for me to do that,’ said Harry. ‘We’re able to pay the bills.’
“‘But you’re doing a great injustice to those who are not. You make the delivery system a necessary thing, and those who can’t afford it have to help you stand the expense––a gross injustice. I want you to help me in this cause of the hand and foot. Your example would be full of inspiration. Excuse me a moment.’
“I went for the wheelbarrow and rolled it up to the front door. Then we brought out the books and loaded them. That done, I seized the handles of the barrow.
“‘Come on,’ I said. ‘I’ll do the work––you share the disgrace with me.’
“My gray hairs were too much for him.
“‘No; give me the handles,’ he insisted. ‘If it won’t hurt you, it won’t hurt me––that’s sure.’
“So, in his silk hat and frock-coat and spats, with a carnation in his buttonhole, he seized the wheelbarrow like a man, and away we went. I steered him up the Main Street, and people began to hail us with laughter from automobiles, and to jest with us on the sidewalk, and Marie came along with two other pretty girls, and the barrow halted in a gale of merriment.
“‘What in the world are you doing?’ one of them asked.
“‘It’s the remains of the late Mr. Smollett,’ I explained.